Most readers wait for Esquire's Big Annual Summer Reading List the way they wait for Christmas or their birthday, and it's finally here. For summer 2025, we asked the experts we trust most: people who own, manage, and buy books for some of America's best independent bookstores. These people know every book that's coming out at every time of year, and they stock their shelves with what they think you'll love. So, walk in—virtually, in this case—and allow these book lovers to guide you to your next great read. |
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Eric Benét doesn't scare easily. Sure, at this point, he's got four Grammy nominations under his belt thanks to a career that's spanned decades. But when he started out? The Milwaukee-born R&B singer-songwriter, who dropped out of college to play "shit gigs" in hopes of making it big in the music business, was just trying to make sure things didn't come to blows. Here, Eric and I discuss growing up in a musical family, the dream collaboration he's waiting on, how his mother imbued him with a sense of style early on, and plenty more. |
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As even the very-not-online know by now, President Donald Trump and Wealthy Nuisance Elon Musk got into it on Thursday. In a volley of social media posts over the course of an afternoon, the two demonstrated that they have, like Taylor Swift and Blake Lively, halted their friendship. Of course, unlike Swift and Lively, neither of these boys seem to have run any of their public messages by any of their legal representatives before blasting them out into the world. So, we got Elon admitting to having bought the Republican Party its wins in the last election, and then accusing Donald of being in the Epstein Files. We got Donald threatening to cancel all of SpaceX's federal contracts, and then divulging the really dishy details of a conversation he had about Elon with Heather Locklear, who he could tell was pretty into him. That last part is not technically true but it is tonally accurate. It actually could still happen at any minute, so you should park yourself on the home page of either The New York Times or The Wall Street Journal, both of which still have live coverage of this social media breakup spat, updating in real time. |
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If you devote time to eating at restaurants in Los Angeles, you will eventually hear about The Steak. Steaks appear on menus all over Los Angeles, of course, but the one served at Dunsmoor, an American restaurant in the Glassell Park area, occupies a distinctive place in the city's culinary conversation. It is not quite right to say that people "revere" the Dunsmoor steak. That might suggest a sort of cheffy sorcery that transforms a slab of beef into a thing of wonder, an ode to the idea of steak, and that's not what's happening with the Dunsmoor steak. People who eat at Dunsmoor find the steak satisfying because it doesn't pretend to be anything other than what it is: a slab of beef, carefully cooked. It is a steak, as chef Brian Dunsmoor likes to explain, that can reconnect you with memories of a steak cooked in someone's backyard long ago. |
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The white sneaker is the wardrobe's greatest asset. It looks sharp with nearly every outfit, from a casual-leaning work place to straight-up vacation. Everyone of all style types could use a pair of low-profile, monochrome white sneakers for wearing with your favorite jeans and T-shirt, for example. And your weekend athleisure outfit looks streamlined (and not like a laundry day outfit, though it might be) with cool runners. |
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Sometime after college, maybe in my late 20s, when I moved into my own house, I started noticing the splatter. When you stand up to pee in a toilet, you hit that big bowl of water and pee splatters everywhere. Especially in my house, because we have really short toilets. It just creates a mess. Also, when you're standing above a short toilet, sometimes pee dribbles onto the floor. If you're a decent guy, you'll clean it up. I try to be courteous, so I always clean up after myself. Even if no one is coming in after me, I still clean up. I don't want to live in a pigsty. At the same time, I'm inherently lazy. If there's a way to avoid cleaning, I'm going to take it. When you pee sitting down, there's no splatter. There's no mess. There's nothing to clean up. It's a very easy and logical way to keep your bathroom a little bit cleaner. I still pee standing up when I'm out in public, because most places have urinals, and they're convenient. At home, though, especially at night, sitting down is a no-brainer. Why the hell would I risk either peeing all over the place in the dark or turning the lights on and completely waking myself up? Sitting down, I don't have to worry about either of those things. I can stay sleepy and go right back to bed. |
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